<877 - Possibility of the Opponent (12)>
Mahabharata was approaching death.
If she didn’t retract her power, she knew that the Darknodi’s assassin would eventually consume her entire body, corrupting even the Operator Mechanism.
Even if she manifested her heartbeat and brain function with mana, it was all over if the Operator Mechanism became contaminated and broke down.
‘The time left for me is slowly dwindling. But if I step back now…’
Behind her, the Darknodi, awakening to greater power, became an unprotected target for the Representative of Man Gods and was killed.
Instead of turning back, Mahabharata unleashed her power even more fiercely toward the front.
[Binding of Divine Authority]
[Output Enhancement]
Like a master of martial arts infusing massive stakes through their contact, exploding the opponent’s internal power to kill them, Mahabharata forced a struggle of strength by injecting divine power beyond her realm.
The Representative of Man Gods had already missed the chance to retreat.
Having recklessly unleashed too much divine authority, all of it had become sacrificial offerings for the Darknodi’s growth, and he was now struggling to face Mahabharata’s direct confrontation.
“Step back, dragon’s hound. Are you willing to throw away the life you pledged to your master?”
“You are in a hurry, but aren’t you the same? Are you sure you can survive until my life runs out?”
“…!”
Strength does not necessarily need to possess a pure singular nature to be solid.
Different natures can combine to form new elements, become new materials, and be reborn as rare metals and super alloys.
Divine authority is no different.
[Control of the Operator]
[Authority Nullification]
The Representative of Man Gods caught up with Mahabharata, who had assimilated the effects of layered blessings gained from countless divine powers over a thousand years.
Before her harshly colossal divine power, the Representative of Man Gods felt despair that he couldn’t confront her with the selfish individual powers of the old gods who hadn’t united.
Despite having so many gods, they couldn’t surpass just one Mahabharata, and each pushed the responsibility of stepping forward onto the other.
None of the gods were willing to lead the sacrifice.
Being overwhelmed by attacks, losing in the struggle of numbers.
At the end of repeated retreats, the Representative of Man Gods and the old gods following him found the sacred area had already encroached upon their bodies.
Yet, every great evil always has a final trump card.
Just like the revolutionary soul bomb and the director’s probability modification, the Representative of Man Gods unveiled a hidden card he had saved for the day he would fulfill his wishes.
“I never wished for this day to come. Knowing it’s the moment of defeat without accomplishing my goals. However, if my death can become an obstacle for the opponent that crushes an unattainable wish, then I can face it willingly.”
The Representative of Man Gods released all the divine beings within him.
“What are you doing, caught up in a sense of freedom!?”
“!!”
The liberation of power signifies the loss of the strength to protect oneself.
Mahabharata ruthlessly pressed divine authority to the very ends of his body, causing it to burst.
The Representative of Man Gods.
He met a fleeting death in an instant.
However, some secrets only activate after experiencing death.
[Constraint: Face death while giving up the chance for revenge that can be personally achieved.]
[Enhancement: Rises proportionate to the success potential of revenge, sacrificing the efficiency of offerings.]
Beyond the shattered flesh, the Representative of Man Gods was wrapped in an even more colossal divine power than during his lifetime.
Mahabharata felt a genuine shock as she was pushed back by his gigantic soul.
That’s right.
She was currently ‘outclassed.’
Her long-lived self.
Having become a predator that consumed the remains of the gods, beyond the contractor of the gods.
The hierarchy of power.
The relation of superiority and inferiority.
In this very moment, with the death of the Representative of Man Gods, it was reversed.
“This is… a sacrificial ritual?!”
Mahabharata still could not withdraw her power.
She felt the aftermath of the Representative of Man Gods’ sacrificial ritual attempting to consume her and even the Darknodi behind her, pulling them upward somewhere.
The obsession built up over a thousand years transcends madness to reach the realm of law.
– I declare, with my flesh, my revenge, and my purity.
– By casting aside all possibilities that once belonged to me, I yearn.
A colossal pillar of light connecting heaven and earth descended.
The sight of God prioritized and remained here more than anywhere in a hundred realms.
[Some god cannot awaken to the overflowing pure love and howls in agony.]
Even as Mahabharata felt an ominous chill and tried to interfere with the ritual, the ceremony that began with the death of a body could only see its end by extinguishing the soul.
Yet, even the soul of the Representative of Man Gods had already risen beyond the colossal divine pillar that Mahabharata’s sacred area could not invade.
– Even if the faith of Man Gods changes and the power of great evil fades, it is truly proven that which does not change.
– Please consider my love as your faith.
Receiver of Love’s Offering.
The moment the object of the ritual was established, confirming the God of Love Atalaxia, the sacrificial ritual’s offerings increased even further.
[Under the gigantic shadow of pure love being unleashed, a god’s head endlessly rises above.]
This faith is not merely offering one’s life as a sacrifice.
Mahabharata felt the energy within her stir, sensing the frantic cracking phenomenon rise.
The divine power overflowing within her roots was being uprooted.
That’s right.
The offerings for this ritual are divine.
Moreover, those who possess the most divine in the world make their offerings.
– Here, I offer a god!
“!!!”
The action of betraying not one but ten thousand gods.
Naturally, the surviving gods’ fury pierced the heavens as they witnessed this.
– How can you do this?!
– Even if all humans forget us, you must remember us!
– Why do you reject us and want to walk the path of a heretic?!
The soul of the Representative of Man Gods glared coldly at the thoughts of Man Gods.
– I didn’t want to do this. But you forced me into this.
– Are you not afraid of divine punishment?
Even if they were not Man Gods, the old gods still could be powerful.
They all expressed their intent to impose ‘divine punishment’ upon the Representative of Man Gods.
If you abandon us, be prepared to be abandoned in return.
– If all that remains to me is your existence, then the last wish of the Middle Realm is to reach that, even if I must abandon it. My mind holds not a speck of wavering.
A thousand lightning bolts struck the Representative of Man Gods’ spirit.
A thousand forms of fury gnawed at his spirit.
All that divine punishment, unable to reach the spirit of the Representative of Man Gods, had turned against their own masters.
No, it wasn’t just divine punishment.
The power of the gods.
The old gods themselves.
[Some gods say that according to the size of one’s wishes, they grant miracles, and your wish has reached the heavens.]
The thousand gods.
Moreover, all the Man Gods connected across the world.
They looked up at the multicolored sky and the approaching light pink clouds with terrified eyes.
[Some god receives the ‘offering.’]
The cries of the Representative of Man Gods ascended to the skies.
– Kyaaaaaaa!!!
– Kkuuuuuuuah!!!
– This cannot be, how can we possibly be reduced to just the offerings from a mere human!!!
It was not ascension.
It was the tomb of the stars, erased of all strength.
Mahabharata’s divine power, which once connected with the Representative of Man Gods.
Through the membrane of that will, the entity of the ongoing phenomenon now crystallized before Mahabharata.
“You’ve gone mad. To bring down celestial divine class and achieve revenge for old love, or if not possible, to sacrifice all the Man Gods as offerings to fulfill wishes through mainstream divine class!”
– Even if they could not fulfill my wish, I granted them theirs, so how could the statuses of gods and humans not be reversed?
The thoroughly hidden Plan B of the Representative of Man Gods was the offering of Man Gods.
The one who realized that plan was the irresponsible nature of the Man Gods who foolishly ignored the Representative of Man Gods’ wish, trying only to manipulate him, and finally left him with nothing but useless sacrifice through the incompetence of the old gods.
The wish of the Representative of Man Gods that could not be fulfilled due to a millennium of indulgence.
The joy of liberation achieved after a millennium of patience for the Man Gods.
As ten thousand star lights rose high into the sky and disappeared beyond the light pink clouds, the clouds shone even brighter, and the energy of the God of Love flickered toward the highest sun of the heavens.
[The only god [Sofemia of the Sun] trembles in a frenzy at the enormous divine power reaching its feet.]
[Some god declares that with the current offerings, they can readily challenge even the sole sun.]
Beyond just the Representative of Man Gods to [Worshipper of the Man Gods] who twisted his identity.
The wish to reach even by offering gods was announced by his own mouth.
– My love, sealed deep within the Netherworld. The sacrificial offering at the hands of death, eternal plaything of death. Bestow upon the [God of Sacrifice] the true salvation from death.
It was the scene of a man who once sacrificed himself to grant power for revenge to his lover, now rushing toward completion across a millennium of time, while alone vowing vengeance.
And now, the millennium of time shouted that even the divine power consumed by Mahabharata could become an offering.
When the Evil Dragon Omoshiroi was hunting gods and offering their corpses to the guardians that followed him.
It was the whisper of causality that revealed the Representative of Man Gods as the one who had contributed to the death of the gods by splitting and weakening them.
Mahabharata realized this was a turning point.
Such movements of divine power on such a scale.
A causality threatening even her existence level.
How many energies would derive from this flow, and how far would the Darknodi gain colossal power, filling the vessel of the Demon King?
[Spear honed into an eternal love that has an end]
Three spears twisted the clouds, wrapping around in the high expanse of pink-hued skies.
Using the curses and struggles of the Man Gods as an offering, one spear pierced through the dimensional membrane, opening the gateway to the Netherworld.
[Love facing justice piercing through heaven and the Netherworld]
The second spear pierced through the deceased of the Netherworld, annihilating the palace of the God of Death.
However, due to too much lost power from earlier skirmishes, the offerings of the Man Gods could not produce any more spears.
‘If the power needed for the third spear is insufficient, the Oknodie will challenge the Demon King upgrade, sucking all accumulated power and meeting death.’
A brutal sacrificial ritual that, from her death onwards, siphoned the power of all Man Gods as well as all holders of systems within a certain radius.
Just before the fruition of that, the pain of death assaulted Mahabharata.
Just now, the energy gnawing at her body broke through her heart.
Once the heart was pierced, the energy would rapidly spread to her brain, and the Operator Mechanism would sequentially collapse in an instant.
Time left was merely a breath.
‘All worries have already ended.’
Without the slightest hesitation, Mahabharata made her resolve in one breath.
[Divine Infusion]
To inject all the power she possessed into the third spear.
Thus ensuring that the completion of the spear would not take the life of the Darknodi.
[A spear containing eternal love that defies mortal time]
The third spear pierced even the hand of the God of Death and penetrated the Sealing Mechanism of the God of Sacrifice.
The Representative of Man Gods, no, the Worshipper of the Man Gods, accomplished her long-held wish at the end of death, which was the liberation of the God of Sacrifice.
Having made such a sacred sacrifice, even if she is someone whose name has long been forgotten as an offering to the Man Gods, or rather, precisely because she is that, she will draw strength from her own sacrifice.
His soul plunging into the Netherworld.
If captured by the power of sacrifice he gave, they could escape the Netherworld together, freely traverse the spirit realm, and select a new body to maintain their consciousness and memories for the new life of eternal life.
‘I am here. Finally, after a thousand years of humiliation, I have come to save you!’
The Worshipper of the Man Gods spread arms toward the spirit of the God of Sacrifice approaching him.
Yet, the being who received a thousand years of purity did not accept his devotion.
The soul plummeting into the Netherworld was not Mahabharata.
– Why! Why is it not me!!
– Do you remember? The cruelty of the gods that twisted our lives.
– I know well. I couldn’t forget a day. I vowed revenge again and again. Thus, this is the fruit I have achieved!!!
The God of Sacrifice bid farewell with a sad smile.
– I also did not wish for this. But you compelled me to act this way.
– Is there no fear of divine retribution?
Even if they were not Man Gods, the old gods still remained capable of becoming divine beings.
They collectively expressed their intent to issue ‘divine punishment’ upon the Worshipper of the Man Gods.
If you abandon us, prepare to be abandoned in return.
– If all that remains to me is your existence, then the last wish of the Middle Realm is to reach that even if I must abandon it. My resolve wavers not a bit.
A thousand lightning bolts struck the spirit of the Worshipper of the Man Gods.
A thousand forms of fury gnawed at his spirit.
All that divine punishment, unable to reach the spirit of the Worshipper of the Man Gods, had turned against their own masters.
No, it wasn’t just divine punishment.
The power of the gods.
The old gods themselves.
[Some god says that the size of one’s wishes permits miracles, and your wish has reached the heavens.]
The thousand gods.
Moreover, all the Man Gods connected across the world.
They looked up at the multicolored sky and the incoming light pink clouds with terrified eyes.
[Some god receives the ‘offering.’]
The cries of the Worshipper of the Man Gods resonated up toward the heavens.
– Kyaaaaaaa!!!
– Kkuuuuuuuah!!!
– This cannot be, how can we possibly be reduced to just the offerings from a mere human!!!
It was not ascension.
It was the tomb of the stars, erased of all strength.
The divine power of Mahabharata, which had once linked up with the Worshipper of the Man Gods.
Through the membrane of that will, the entity of the ongoing phenomenon now crystallized before Mahabharata.
“You’ve gone mad. To bring down celestial divine class and achieve revenge for old love, or if not possible, to sacrifice all the Man Gods as offerings to fulfill wishes through mainstream divine class!”
– Even if they could not fulfill my wish, I granted them theirs, so how could the statuses of gods and humans not be reversed?
The thoroughly hidden Plan B of the Worshipper of the Man Gods was the offering of the Man Gods.
The one who realized that plan was the irresponsible nature of the Man Gods who foolishly ignored the Worshipper of the Man Gods’ wish, trying only to manipulate him, and finally left him with nothing but useless sacrifice through the incompetence of the old gods.
The wish that could not be fulfilled due to a millennium of indulgence.
The joy of liberation achieved after a millennium of patience for the Man Gods.
As ten thousand star lights rose high into the sky and disappeared beyond the light pink clouds, the clouds shone even brighter, and the energy of the God of Love flickered toward the highest sun of the heavens.
[The only god [Sofemia of the Sun] trembles in a frenzy at the enormous divine power reaching its feet.]
[Some god declares that with the current offerings, they can readily challenge even the sole sun.]
Beyond just the Representative of Man Gods to [Worshipper of the Man Gods] who twisted his identity.
The wish to reach even by offering gods was announced by his own mouth.
– My love, sealed deep within the Netherworld. The sacrificial offering at the hands of death, eternal plaything of death. Bestow upon the [God of Sacrifice] the true salvation from death.
It was the scene of a man who once sacrificed himself to grant power for revenge to his lover, now rushing toward completion across a millennium of time, while alone vowing vengeance.
And now, the millennium of time shouted that even the divine power consumed by Mahabharata could become an offering.
When the Evil Dragon Omoshiroi was hunting gods and offering their corpses to the guardians that followed him.
It was the whisper of causality that revealed the Representative of Man Gods as the one who had contributed to the death of the gods by splitting and weakening them.
Mahabharata realized this was a turning point.
Such movements of divine power on such a scale.
A causality threatening even her existence level.
How many energies would derive from this flow, and how far would the Darknodi gain colossal power, filling the vessel of the Demon King?
[Spear honed into an eternal love that has an end]
Three spears twisted the clouds, wrapping around in the high expanse of pink-hued skies.
Using the curses and struggles of the Man Gods as an offering, one spear pierced through the dimensional membrane, opening the gateway to the Netherworld.
[Love facing justice piercing through heaven and the Netherworld]
The second spear pierced through the deceased of the Netherworld, annihilating the palace of the God of Death.
However, due to too much lost power from earlier skirmishes, the offerings of the Man Gods could not produce any more spears.
‘If the power needed for the third spear is insufficient, the Oknodie will challenge the Demon King upgrade, sucking all accumulated power and meeting death.’
A brutal sacrificial ritual that, from her death onwards, siphoned the power of all Man Gods as well as all holders of systems within a certain radius.
Just before the fruition of that, the pain of death assaulted Mahabharata.
Just now, the energy gnawing at her body broke through her heart.
Once the heart was pierced, the energy would rapidly spread to her brain, and the Operator Mechanism would sequentially collapse in an instant.
Time left was merely a breath.
‘All worries have already ended.’
Without the slightest hesitation, Mahabharata made her resolve in one breath.
[Divine Infusion]
To inject all the power she possessed into the third spear.
Thus ensuring that the completion of the spear would not take the life of the Darknodi.
[A spear containing eternal love that defies mortal time]
The third spear pierced even the hand of the God of Death and penetrated the Sealing Mechanism of the God of Sacrifice.
The Representative of Man Gods, no, the Worshipper of the Man Gods, accomplished her long-held wish at the end of death, which was the liberation of the God of Sacrifice.
Having made such a sacred sacrifice, even if she is someone whose name has long been forgotten as an offering to the Man Gods, or rather, precisely because she is that, she will draw strength from her own sacrifice.
His soul plunging into the Netherworld.
If captured by the power of sacrifice he gave, they could escape the Netherworld together, freely traverse the spirit realm, and select a new body to maintain their consciousness and memories for the new life of eternal life.
‘I am here. Finally, after a thousand years of humiliation, I have come to save you!’
The Worshipper of the Man Gods spread arms toward the spirit of the God of Sacrifice approaching him.
Yet, the being who received a thousand years of purity did not accept his devotion.
The soul plummeting into the Netherworld was not Mahabharata.
– Why! Why is it not me!!
– Do you remember? The cruelty of the gods that twisted our lives.
– I know well. I couldn’t forget a day. I vowed revenge again and again. Thus, this is the fruit I have achieved!!!
The God of Sacrifice bid farewell with a sad smile.
– I also did not wish for this. But you forced me to act this way.
– Is there no fear of divine retribution?
Even if they were not Man Gods, the old gods still remained capable of becoming divine beings.
They all expressed their intent to issue ‘divine punishment’ upon the Worshipper of the Man Gods.
If you abandon us, prepare to be abandoned in return.
– If all that remains to me is your existence, then the last wish of the Middle Realm is to reach that even if I must abandon it. My resolve wavers not a bit.
A thousand lightning bolts struck the spirit of the Worshipper of the Man Gods.
A thousand forms of fury gnawed at his spirit.
All that divine punishment, unable to reach the spirit of the Worshipper of the Man Gods, had turned against their own masters.
No, it wasn’t just divine punishment.
The power of the gods.
The old gods themselves.
[Some god says that the size of one’s wishes permits miracles, and your wish has reached the heavens.]
The thousand gods.
Moreover, all the Man Gods connected across the world.
They looked up at the multicolored sky and the incoming light pink clouds with terrified eyes.
[Some god receives the ‘offering.’]
The cries of the Worshipper of the Man Gods resonated up toward the heavens.
– Kyaaaaaaa!!!
– Kkuuuuuuuah!!!
– This cannot be, how can we possibly be reduced to just the offerings from a mere human!!!
It was not ascension.
It was the tomb of the stars, erased of all strength.
The divine power of Mahabharata, which had once linked up with the Worshipper of the Man Gods.
Through the membrane of that will, the entity of the ongoing phenomenon now crystallized before Mahabharata.
“You’ve gone mad. To bring down celestial divine class and achieve revenge for old love, or if not possible, to sacrifice all the Man Gods as offerings to fulfill wishes through mainstream divine class!”
– Even if they could not fulfill my wish, I granted them theirs, so how could the statuses of gods and humans not be reversed?
The thoroughly hidden Plan B of the Worshipper of the Man Gods was the offering of the Man Gods.
The one who realized that plan was the irresponsible nature of the Man Gods who foolishly ignored the Worshipper of the Man Gods’ wish, trying only to manipulate him, and finally left him with nothing but useless sacrifice through the incompetence of the old gods.
The wish that could not be fulfilled due to a millennium of indulgence.
The joy of liberation achieved after a millennium of patience for the Man Gods.
As ten thousand star lights rose high into the sky and disappeared beyond the light pink clouds, the clouds shone even brighter, and the energy of the God of Love flickered toward the highest sun of the heavens.
[The only god [Sofemia of the Sun] trembles in a frenzy at the enormous divine power reaching its feet.]
[Some god declares that with the current offerings, they can readily challenge even the sole sun.]
Beyond just the Representative of Man Gods to [Worshipper of the Man Gods] who twisted his identity.
The wish to reach even by offering gods was announced by his own mouth.
– My love, sealed deep within the Netherworld. The sacrificial offering at the hands of death, eternal plaything of death. Bestow upon the [God of Sacrifice] the true salvation from death.
It was the scene of a man who once sacrificed himself to grant power for revenge to his lover, now rushing toward completion across a millennium of time, while alone vowing vengeance.
And now, the millennium of time shouted that even the divine power consumed by Mahabharata could become an offering.
When the Evil Dragon Omoshiroi was hunting gods and offering their corpses to the guardians that followed him.
It was the whisper of causality that revealed the Representative of Man Gods as the one who had contributed to the death of the gods by splitting and weakening them.
Mahabharata realized this was a turning point.
Such movements of divine power on such a scale.
A causality threatening even her existence level.
How many energies would derive from this flow, and how far would the Darknodi gain colossal power, filling the vessel of the Demon King?
[Endless Love Forged into a Spear with an End]
The three spears twisted through the skies painted in light pink.
Using the curses and struggles of the Worshippers of the Man Gods as offerings, one spear pierced through the dimensional barrier, opening a door to the Netherworld.
[Spear of Love Aiming For Justice Through Heaven and Netherworld]
The second spear pierced through the dead of the Netherworld and obliterated the palace of the God of Death.
However, due to the overwhelming power lost in the prior battles, it was impossible for the Worshippers of the Man Gods to forge another spear.
If the power needed for the third spear was insufficient, the Oknodie would challenge to ascend as a Demon King and would lose all accumulated energy, leading to death.
A brutal sacrificial ritual that would begin with their deaths, siphoning power from all the Man Gods as well as all system holders within a certain range.
Just before the outcome of that, the agony of death washed over Mahabharata.
The energy that had been gnawing at her body just breached her heart.
Once the heart was pierced, that energy would spread to her brain in an instant, causing the Operator Mechanism to fail sequentially.
Time was limited to just a breath.
“All worries are now finished.”
Without hesitation, Mahabharata made a resolution all at once.
[Infusing Divine Power]
To channel all the strength she had into the third spear.
And thus, ensuring that the completion of the spear would not claim the Darknodi’s life.
[A Spear that Contains Immortal Love Defying Mortal Time]
The third spear pierced even the hands of the God of Death and penetrated the Sealing Mechanism of the God of Sacrifice.
The Representative of Man Gods, no, the Worshipper of the Man Gods, finally realized her long-held wish at the end of her life, which was the liberation of the God of Sacrifice.
Having made such an honorable sacrifice, even if she was someone whose name had long been forgotten as an offering to the Man Gods, she would draw strength from her own sacrifice.
As her spirit plummeted into the Netherworld.
If rescued by the sacrificial power she had endowed, the two could escape from the Netherworld together, freely roving the spiritual realm, selecting a new body, maintaining their consciousness and memories to begin anew life of eternal existence.
‘I am here. After a millennium of humiliation, I have finally come to save you!’
The Worshipper of the Man Gods opened her arms to the approaching spirit of the God of Sacrifice.
But the being, who received the purity of a thousand years did not accept his devotion.
The plummeting spirit of the Netherworld was not Mahabharata.
– Why! Why is it not me!!!
– Remember? The cruelty of the gods that twisted our lives.
– I know! I never forgot a single day. I vowed for revenge over and over. And that has become the fulfillment of my efforts!!!
The God of Sacrifice smiled sadly as they said farewell.
– I did not wish for this either. But you forced my hand.
– Are you not afraid of divine retribution?
Even if the gods were not Man Gods, the old gods still held strength.
One by one, they expressed their intent to unleash ‘divine punishment’ upon the Worshipper of the Man Gods.
If you forsake us now, be prepared to be abandoned in return.
– Should all that remains to me be your existence, then the ultimatum of the Middle Realm must be pursued even at the cost of losing it. My resolve will not waver.
A thousand lightning bolts struck the spirit of the Worshipper of the Man Gods.
A thousand forms of angry rebuke gnawed at her spirit.
In time, all that divine punishment, having failed to reach the spirit of the Worshipper, rebelled against their own masters.
No, it was not the mere punishment of the gods.
It was the will of the gods combined.
The old gods themselves.
[Some god claims that the amount of one’s wishes defines the grace bestowed upon them, and your wishes have reached the heavens.]
The thousands of gods.
Moreover, all of the Man Gods spread across the world.
Terrified, they glanced towards the painted sky and the encroaching pink clouds.
[Some divine being accepts the ‘offering’.]
Cries of the Worshipper of the Man Gods echoed to the heavens.
– Kyaaaaaaa!!!
– Kkuuuuuuuah!!!
– This cannot be! How can we be reduced to the offerings of a mere human!!!
It was not an ascension.
It was the tomb of the stars, the stripping of all strengths.
Divine energies that once connected with the Worshipper of the Man Gods.
And soon, through the barriers of those willful feats, the true essence of the unfolding phenomena crystallized for Mahabharata to witness.
“You’ve gone mad! To drag down the celestial gods and get revenge for your old love! If you don’t succeed, even to sacrifice all the Man Gods to pursue your desire through the mainstream divine class!”
– Even if they couldn’t accomplish my wish, I fulfilled their desires! How could the hierarchy between gods and humans ever remain unchanged?
The hidden Plan B of the Worshipper was the offering of the Man Gods.
The one whom the foolish nature of the gods had relied upon has finally led to the Worshipper left with nothing but sacrificial loss through the incompetence of the old gods.
The wishes lost through a thousand years of indulgence fueled by growth become the triumphant joy of liberation cultivated for a millennial.
As ten thousand lights illuminated the heavens, illuminating the pink clouds and dissipating beyond.
The light emanated even brighter, compelling the attention of the God of Love to shine forth, reaching for the most incredible heights until it fused with the brightness of the sun.
[The one true Deity [Sofemia of the Sun] trembles at the approach of overwhelming divine energy.]
[Some divine beings claim that this ritual could present a challenge even to the sole Sun!]
Beyond the Worshipper of the Man Gods, a figure who altered their identity to one of the Worshipper’s own.
A wish to reach divinity, proclaimed from her mouth.
– My love, eternally bound within the depths of the Netherworld. The sacrificial offering to death, the eternal plaything of fate. Gift the [God of Sacrifice] with true salvation from death.
This was the glorious moment of a soul who once became a sacrificial offering for vengeance for her lover, now racing toward its completion bound across a thousand years.
As now, the millennia of existence called forth continuance through sacrifice, drawing its power and redemption.
When the Evil Dragon Omoshiroi hunted gods, their butchered beings offered as tribute to dependent guardians.
The whisper of fate revealed the one known for weaving the deaths of gods—the sacrifice was laid bare by the actions of the Worshipper of the Man Gods, through undermining their unity and fragility.
Mahabharata’s awareness roused.
Such grand movements of divine power stirred within.
The gravity of fate threatened even her existence.
What flows will emerge from this, and how much of the Darknodi shall harness colossal strength as it approaches the path of the Demon King?
[The Spear Crafted by Endless Love]
Three spears broke free, winding through the air painted gleaming in vibrant pink.
Utilizing the curses and struggles of the Worshippers as offering, initiated one spear can tear through dimensional barriers, opening pathways towards the Netherworld.
[The Lovers' Spear Piercing Through the Realm of Justice]
The second spear could pierce the sanctified dead, obliterating the palace of the God of Death.
However, due to the overwhelming exhaustion incurred from confrontations past, enough energies could neither forge nor summon further spears.
– Poor Darknodi, who might challenge the ascension of the Demon King while losing all accumulated might leading towards their demise.
In an unyielding sacrificial ritual initiated at the threshold of death drew energy from all gods, breaching the sanctified realm within a calculated radius.
Just prior to release, the agonies of death threatened Mahabharata’s vitality.
A vibrant energy encroaching towards the heart as it breaks.
The heart punctured, dreading electric pulses broadcasting rapidly through connected thoughts, putting the divine Operator Mechanism in dire distress…
Merely a breath left.
“All trepidations have already concluded.”
With unwavering resolve, Mahabharata dedicated an unwavering spirit in a single stride.
[Divine Infusion]
With each motion, intending to channel her colossal essence into the third spear, ensuring its formation would engage not the demise of the Darknodi!
[Spear Of Everlasting Love Tied into Mortal Time]
The third spear pierced through the hands of the God of Death, while glittering piercing into the Mechanism of the God of Sacrifice itself…
In such a moment, the textures of the Worshipper of the Man Gods achieved with determination as wave and tribulation was lifted beyond lines of fate…?
